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I wish I was consistent
But habits are resistant
To change
I try to do my utmost
But every day is almost
The same
The more I try to get well
The more I dive into hell
Again
I know one day I will die
The thought almost makes me high
And sane
I know I can't continue
All this I've been going through
And then
I'll welcome it with gladness
I'll not meet it with sadness
The end
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